Her mind was taken over by fear and excitement. Those cuffs were made of the highest quality metal, she made sure of it. He was not supposed to break free. But now that she realized he was free, her plan was shattered. What happened now was uncharted territory. She could be hurt. Her eyes flicked to her door and for a moment she considered running. But her body wouldn't move. Her desire for him would not allow it. Possible outcomes raced through her head. Her heart was ready to beat out of her chest. She had to think of something.
She then felt his heavy gasps on her shoulder. She swallowed hard, knees shaking and braced for the worst. He ran his hands down her shoulders before coming back up and gathering her long hair in them. She felt her hair rise and heard him inhale deeply. Ok, so far so good. He pulled all her hair over one shoulder and buried his face in the other. She felt the heat from him course through her entire body. He rested his forehead there for a moment before she felt the roughness of his tongue. He was kissing and licking her skin softly and she let out a relieved sigh. From his actions just a moment ago, she expected him to throw her on the bed and ravish her. Was he restraining himself? Was his human side taking over? Or was this how it was when Vulcans finally mated? She wasn't sure and at the moment she didn't care.
He pulled his mouth away from her and ran his hands down her back, paying close attention to the small of it before running them over her rear. She let out a small gasp as she felt his hand creep between her thighs. She automatically rose up and spread her legs to give him easier access. He ran his fingers along her outer lips gently before exploring her inner folds. She was extra sensitive to his touch and let a slight moan escape her. She felt his hand falter for a second as a growl escaped his lips. She suddenly felt his forearm strong between her legs, another arm around her waist as he hoisted her from the ground and dropped her on the bed. The fear was back as she scurried against the splintered headboard. His eyes were locked on her as he stood at the foot of the bed. They did not leave her face as he dropped one knee on the bed and reached out to grab her around the ankle. With one easy jerk she was pulled onto her back. He dragged her down to the foot of the bed where he slid off, kneeling in front of her closed legs.
He forced them wide open with both hands. Nyota had never felt so exposed in her life. His head was instantly between her thighs, his body stiff as he inhaled her essence, letting a low groan go with every intake. He ran his palm over her mound and her head flew back. In an instant his mouth was on her, his tongue swirling at her center. The sudden stimulation after the prolonged teasing of the evening was overwhelming. Her hands gripped the sheets as her hips rose from the bed. His palm shot up and pressed on her stomach, forcing her back down the bed, his tongue relentless. She felt him move down to her opening, hearing him lap and suck at her. Her hips raised again, her moans increasing. She couldn't think and loved it, her eyes closed tight, enjoying his rapid movements.
He brought his hand into the mix, running his fingers delicately around her sex. Her eyes shot open and she peered down to see him staring back at her as he teased her clit. She could feel the muscles tensing in her lower half. If he continued at this pace should would come soon. His lips curled into smile as he slid one finger inside her. Then another. She writhed against his hand, immersed in utter ecstasy as she felt his fingers curl inside her and gently stroke against her walls. He knew how to hit the spot every time. It was his logical nature to be distinguished in ALL areas. She never complained. He continued to stroke inside of her gently as he returned his mouth to her. It was too much, felt too good and before she could stop it, a slight scream escaped her, her nails tore at the sheets and she felt herself spasm around his hand.
When she opened her eyes, his was hovering over her. He slid his arm under her back and scooted her toward the top of the bed. Her legs were still spread and he was resting between them. She could feel his member, hard and ready, against her inner thigh. She reached up and put a hand on the back of his neck and forced his head down, kissing him hard. He returned the kiss with great fervor, running a hand over her breast, pinching her tender nipple slightly. She moaned into his mouth and she felt him shudder above her. He pulled away from her lips, cocked her head to the side and whispered in her ear.
"You are mine," he said in his native tongue.
"I know," she responded, in Swahili.
With one quick movement he filled her completely.
Nyota had never felt anything quite like this. She had made love to him several times before, but something about the way he moved, the way he breathed, even the way he smelled was different. She attempted to keep up with his pace, trying to match every emphatic thrust with her own but found it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. Instead she bucked her hips off the bed, grabbed what remained of the headboard and held on tight. He began to move faster, digging his fingers into her hips as he unhinged, growling loudly. The feeling was intense, what was usually pure pleasure was now mixed with pain from his strength and mania. She pulled herself up with her arms on the headboard, wanting to be closer to him, wanting to drag her nails over his skin as he claimed her. He followed with her, momentarily pausing his thrusts to adjust his body. She was now sitting up, back against the board and he was leaning into her, his eyes glossed over and hungry as ever. As he continued pumping into her, she wrapped her arms around his back and dug into him with her nails. The result was a quicker burst of thrusts and she swore she could feel it all the way in her throat. The feeling was incredible, their bodies as one, and she began to fall into a daze, thinking of nothing other than what was happening this moment. More raw sounds came from him, but she noticed that they were just more than sounds. He was chanting in Vulcan. She tried hard to concentrate on what he was saying. She caught a few choice words but his cadence and underlying moans made it difficult, not to mention the sounds that were coming from her. To her dismay her stopped chanting and closed his eyes, his tempo picking up. Her hands ran over his back and around to his chest, dragging her nails over every inch she could. She let out a yelp as he suddenly put his arm around her back and picked her up and spun around and she was now on top of him as he lay on the bed.
They were still for just a moment, both panting heavily as they stared at each other. Nyota grinned at her lover, pulling her now wild hair over one shoulder and began to ride him, one hand on his chest to steady herself, just like she had intended to do from the start. She was surprised that he let her have control; she would not let him down. She rocked her hips slowly, savoring the new sensation and the new, less primal sounds that he made. She grabbed his arms and brought them to her chest and he shuddered slightly underneath her, caressing her breasts as she began to rock faster. His panting increased and she pulled her legs up, now squatting, giving her the ability to bounce quicker. His hands moved instantly from her chest to her back and then down to her rear, his hands cupping underneath. He was regaining control, using his strength to move her body for her. His fingers were heavy and she knew there would be a bruise or two tomorrow when she woke. Leaning down, her breasts swept across his chest and she kissed him again, and again, moving her face along his, making her way back to his ever sensitive ears. She kissed this as well, flicking her tongue rapidly over the lobe and up to the tip. As she expected, he moaned and picked up the pace again, pounding into her like mad. Again, her mind began to melt, the heat gathered in her loins and it was all she could but to wrap her arm around his neck and let the sounds of her pleasure fill his ear.
Before she had even stopped contracting around him, she felt herself being moved again, this time she was laying face down on cool sheets. She could feel him slide off the bed and turned to look at him. He was now behind her, hoisting her hips up and she knew what he wanted. Completely exhausted and a little sore, she grabbed her pillows and placed them under her stomach as she raised her lower half into the air. Her face was buried into her bed, her legs on fire and her lungs felt ready to burst but she didn't care. All she had to do was garner enough strength to remain up on her knees for him. She felt his hands between her thighs again, spreading them wide before he entered again, grabbing her ass hard as he thrust. After several moments of the fast, steady movements her insides began to burn, not from pleasure but pain. There was no doubt in her mind that walking would be difficult. He had already exhausted her, she knew she wouldn't climax again. Her only thought now was giving Spock his well deserved release and she prayed it would come soon.
She felt his weight drape over her back as he wrapped an arm around her middle and lifted her up. Her palms pressed onto the bed and she held herself up, grateful that his strength kept her from having to support her whole weight. With his other hand he brushed her long hair from her back over her shoulder and she welcomed the instant coolness she felt. It didn't last long as he leaned over her again, the heat from his body almost too much to bear. He was licking her skin, running his tongue and teeth over shoulder, moving toward the nape of her neck. She felt his rhythm break, he was now bucking wildly and a yelp escaped her as she felt his teeth sink into the back of her neck. He held his grip around her waist and on her neck as the bucking continued. Her thoughts shifted to the Savannah, thinking of what lions looked like when they mated. Suddenly, she felt his free hand creep through her hair to her temple, his fingers sweeping over her face and pressing in three distinctive spots. Before it registered in her own brain what he was doing, her mind was instantly filled with thoughts and feelings that were not her own. Flashes of that terrible day when he lost everything. Almost everything. If she hadn't forced him to change her assignment she would have been gone. The guilt. The intensity and possession he felt for her. The caring. The desire. It was too much. She couldn't help but arch her back and moan. With his mind still melded with hers, she climaxed again, her arms collapsed and her body went completely limp.
He was still attached to her neck and she felt the vibrations as he screamed into her skin, his uncontrolled bucking brought to halt with one final thrust, pushing deeper than before and spilling into her with thick spurts. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she experienced his own orgasm through his eyes, more flashes and feelings of what she meant to him, one last phrase ringing in her head before she fell unconscious. Something had never once muttered aloud to her.
"I love you."
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A/N: I apologize for the extended time between posts. I was battling a head cold all week. Thanks again for all the lovely reviews!